In the end, Gu Kai surrendered and said, "Alright, I admit, I have something to tell you."
Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
Gu Kai stuffed a piece of torn bread into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then asked, "What does it feel like to like someone?"
"Huh?"
Although Mo Xiuchen knew that Gu Kai called him in to talk, he didn't expect Gu Kai, a thirty-year-old man, to not know what it feels like to like someone.
And to come ask him about it.
Gu Kai's self-esteem was hurt by Mo Xiuchen's astonished expression, and his face immediately darkened, "Do you even know or not?"
Mo Xiuchen smiled and calmly said, "Actually, I don't know, I have never liked anyone."
"Nonsense, don't you like Ranran?"
"I love Ranran, not just like. So why don't you tell me first, which woman have you fallen for?"
Mo Xiuchen smiled like a fox, and Gu Kai pursed his lips, randomly answering, "A foreign girl, I think I like her."
